Here's something to cheese off chromal. Michelle from A Small Victory, linked via a post by Meryl Yourish. A rueful conversation about dopey prog-rock era song lyrics and how embarrassing they and the memories they represent are to those writers. They specifically bash Led Zeppelin and Gabriel-era Genesis, mocking the hell out of "Supper's Ready".

All I have to say is "hey!" I still listen to "Supper's Ready" on a regular basis, and I enjoy it, cold sober. Maybe it makes me weird that I listen to and enjoy stoner's music without the usual chemical crutches...